Holes (Wall Street Beasts 1.5)

She’d stabbed him, so he was taking her virginity. His own plan lay in the same tatters as her purity. But he didn’t care. She saw pure triumph in those dark eyes, a mad joy in conquest.

But he was not winning. He was not breaking anything she cared for. He was setting something free inside her, something which had lain dormant all her life and which might never have been expressed if not for this cruel, craven excuse for a man.

Daisy thrilled to his roughness, and to the desecration of her innocence. It had never fitted her very well. All the young men who had fumbled their way around her body in clumsy attempts at seduction had left her cold because this was what her biology had truly been made for

He was not gentle with her. He was not careful either. But he was skilled, and that made all the difference. His hips rolled and worked that thick cock inside her, finding the right spots which were so sensitive she thought she might pass out if he kept hitting her there, right up behind her pubic bone on the inside.

“Ooohhh!! Oh my fuckkk….”

A gushing flood of liquid escaped her suddenly, washing the virgin blood from his cock. She stared down in horror, suddenly trying to escape his dick in the aftermath of what she was sure was pee.

“That was your G-spot,” he told her before she could give into total panic, the pad of his thumb on her clit, working her pussy back to another orgasmic state. “That’s a good girl, coming so hard for her master. You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you, Daisy?”

She’d just stabbed him and she still didn’t know his name, and he was punish-fucking her for her disobedience, but he was also the best sex she’d ever had and somehow, he made her feel safe even in the midst of his cruel chaos.

“Yes,” she stammered, as he fucked her toward another orgasm. “Yes, I’m going to be good… sooooo… oh my god… so good!”

Indigo

She lost consciousness somewhere around the third orgasm, just as he let himself go inside her and filled her all the way up. The expression on her flushed face was absolutely adorable, the widening of her eyes, and the ‘O’ her mouth made as her inner walls worked desperately to milk him deep inside her.

Poor thing was exhausted from all that attempting to escape captivity. She looked so beautiful, spreadeagled, her well-used, no longer virginal pussy still gripping his cock with the reflex of a good little cock sleeve.

“There were so many bids on you,” he told her, even though she couldn’t hear him. “I could have owned the world. But I chose to own you. No man will touch you now I have had you. You will be mine. Forever.”

“INDIGO!”

He looked up to see Ellen, screaming from the top of the stairs. She very rarely, if ever, raised her voice. To hear her yell at such a volume was quite jarring.

“What is it?”

“Monteverdi found us. We have to go.”

Cursing, Indigo threw his near insensate captive over his shoulder and made the painful climb up the stairs. He could smell himself dripping from her slit, coating his shoulder in the mix of their mating.

“You’re bleeding,” Ellen noted when he reached the top.

“Yes,” Indigo replied. “I am.”

“And you’ve had sex with the girl.”

“You don't miss anything, do you, Ellen?”

There was a second escape point, of course. Actually, there were half a dozen. The mine cart tracks were controlled by his phone. The three of them climbed into the cart and were shortly swept away into the myriad of tunnels running all through the countryside.

“It would be easier to leave her behind. Let him think he’s won. You’ve had your fun with her.”

“This was never about fun, Ellen,” Indigo corrected her. “Very little, if anything, I do is fun.”

Ellen sighed as they disembarked from the cart, which had come to a stop outside a big metal door. It slid open at Indigo’s thumbprint bidding, leading out into an underground parking lot with several vehicles designed for various kinds of getaways.

Indigo chose the electric truck. Impeccable acceleration, tinted windows, conspicuous by design, and the last vehicle anybody sensibly running from a furious father would take. He settled his precious cargo on the back seat, and sat with her, allowing Ellen to drive.